”Dante… Dante…, Dante! ”

*Gasp*, ”Mother… ”

”It is time to wake up, Dante… ”

I had such a beautiful dream, however, reality has given me a slap to the face again, my parents hardly produced bread for our household, and living in a closely held small cottage, I was woken up to get ready for my work day.

I am Dante, a 16-year-old boy, I live alongside my two younger sisters and one younger brother, with both of my parents in the outskirts of Castle Combe, England. The year is 1885. We live as a poor family, barely living off our almost shed cottage, placing our hopes in the fish, and a few loaves of bread we are able to buy, thanks to the labor both my dad and I do.

I was always the one to look after my siblings,

My father is a fisherman and works in the same factory I work in. We are the ones that bring some currency to our household, and my mother is there to overlook the children. She is dealing with a condition, which makes her unable to be vigorous, but enough to be able to cook our food and take care of my siblings.

As I fumble myself out of my bed, my father, dressed in his work clothes, he always has a serious expression on his face, his black hair tied with a brown cord, staring me down…

”Are you gonna sit there and watch me? Get up! ”

I didn realize it, but my body feels as if it is about to collapse. The days of labor have been getting to me. Six days, every week. I am so tired…

”Father, I am not feeling well… ”

My father gets in compulsive anger after hearing my desperate words. He walks up to me, grabs my bony arm, and drags me out of my bed. As I fall on the ground, my head starts to get so dizzy…

I leave my head resting on the floor, and I hear my dad shouting at me

”Get up or else you will be sleeping in the woods again! ”

My mother tries to calm him down, only for him to push her away. I wonder what has gotten into him this time.

We lived in a slightly bigger cottage than this one, unfortunately, the land we lived on, was going to be used to build the factory my dad and I now work in. We got kicked out, and spent months living as homeless people, until Fate decided to be generous, we found a small cottage, and to this day, it is the place we call home. Sadly it came with a tiring, and deadly lifestyle. It has been five years since we got kicked out, the factory finished constructing around two years later. Shortly after that, boy children who live below the poverty line aged 13 or higher were required to work at the factory.

They see us as useful livestock, well, who can blame them anyways, they are the ones in power. And where else can we go, nor are we useful in any way other than being labor workers. None of us got a degree as well. It is unfortunate.

I have been working there for over three years now.

My vision starts to get vague, but I somehow got the little strength to pull myself upwards and pull my worker clothes on. It still pains me to see how my father got so abusive over the past few years. I always ask myself, ”I try my hardest not to disappoint my family, yet I get treated this way. Why…? ”

I only got the chance to sip some water before my father brought me outside, I haven gotten the chance to greet my sisters yet.

”Don make me go late, son. You will be dead if we are. ”

Im so surprised I am able to even walk, if it weren for my father, I would have collapsed already. I hope someone will be kind enough to lend me something to make me feel at least more awake. Or something lying somewhere, that could.

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